F. W. Trevethyn

Janet could not keep track of how long she was kept in that state of perpetual orgasm before passing out. She was expecting to count her orgasms, but she couldn’t tell where one began and another ended, or if it even was a series of separate climaxes and not just one big one. But when she woke, she looked out towards the world below, the station nowhere to be seen. She panicked, realising she must have fallen asleep while on EVA duty, and glanced at her wrist to check oxygen levels. Which is when she saw the glossy black hand in front of her.

 

The last hour of consciousness flooded back to her as she looked down at the bright ball beneath her. She blinked, squinting her eyes against the sheer intensity of light around. She felt movement on her cheek as the two chunks of golden visor slid up over her cheekbone to rest just in front of her thick glass goggles. With her eyes having adjusted, Janet looked around. Her neck felt so unencumbered, in fact it was a sensation closer to swimming than any EVA she’d ever been on. Several hundred feet away she saw a slowly spinning segment of the station's solar panels, and thinking about bringing it closer to use as a mirror brought about a rush of something past her head.

 

A black tendril shot into the void, colliding with the panel several seconds later before reeling it in. As it approached she considered it’s angle, rotating it to face her. As it came to rest she had it set right and gasped at what she saw. It was a sight the likes of which Janet had never dreamt of, much less considered. 

 

Floating in space, the woman reflected back at her - if she could call herself that anymore - was a thing of perverse beauty, something H.R. Geiger would have wet dreams about. Clad in the glossiest of black catsuits, Janet was covered from head to toe in the black goo. Every inch of skin coated in the shiny material, and given the way it hugged her in certain parts but allowed others to move more freely, she couldn’t help but assume whatever the substance was, it knew what she felt made her look attractive. 

 

From her head sprouted several hundred pencil-thin tendrils masquerading as hair tied back in a bun. Upon her face were the features she’d grown to know and love, with the exception of two triangular golden lenses similar to sporty-looking sunglasses held tight over her eyes. Her hands flexed and moved as normal, as did her feet; Janet curling her toes experimentally as she looked from the mirror down to her feet and back.

 

She took a closer look at her body, pulling the mirror to only a couple feet away. A nipple protruded from each breast, and looking down Janet could see the cleft of her privates upon her pelvis. Looking at those obviously visible erogenous zones she wished for a modicum of modesty, causing the surface of this alien suit to ripple and cover the areas with several more layers of its mass until everything was rounded off. She marvelled at how this substance moved at her command but her train of thought was interrupted by movement behind her. A large black orb the size of the boulder from Indiana Jones slowly rippled in the void. 

 

Janet turned slowly, or rather the tendrils holding her in proximity of the orb maneuvered her into a position to observe it. “What the hell…” She muttered before realising her vocal chords were no longer as impeded as they were before. Her voice was tinny, as though being heard over a bad mobile connection, but it was there. Before she could question how she could hear her own voice in a vacuum the glossy black sphere vibrated, sending ripples across itself and up into the tentacles. Janet could sense what she could barely describe as emotion, though to put such a term on it she knew was wrong. 

 

The orb had greeted her.

 

“I… I’m sorry.” She said, realising humanity’s first contact with an alien life would forever be somewhat tarnished by her surprised exclamation. “Thank you. For saving me.” She said, smiling warmly at her self-described saviour. It thrummed it’s response, it’s preference to her survival a positive one. “I’m… My name is Janet. Janet McAllister. Of Earth.” She immediately felt stupid adding that last part, but the orb made her understand it accepted her name, but would be unable to communicate its name. Instead, upon its surface several protrusions emerged.

 

The bulges - ranging in size from marble to baseball - shifted and spun in a stylised representation of the solar system. They then shrank in size until only the sun remained visible. Then other hemispheres slid in from its sides in a map of the local galactic cluster that was both crude and incredibly precise. The sun stayed central to all this until a distance Janet guessed was close to several thousand light years diameter was observable at which point the map shifted to focus on another oily black representation of a star.

 

The image then zoomed in quickly to show several planets orbiting it, the map quickly centering on the second from its sun. Suddenly the sun doubled, then tripled in size before becoming an indent rather than a bulge. Janet understood the representation of a black hole when she saw one, and as the planetary bulges had their ‘orbits’ quickly degrade, the central bulge emitted a cloud of smaller bead-sized bulges, which used other planets to fling themselves away and out of the grasp of the black hole. The scene displayed snapped to one such cluster, which used the singularity’s gravity to slingshot out of the system; careening through space like a shotgun blast. 

 

As time went on the ‘pellets’ spread until just one remained visible, approaching a star, which zoomed in to reveal planets, and finally the third one from the solar body. It kept zooming in until a stylised version of the station was visible and the impact occurred.

 

Janet nodded, understanding. “Your planet was destroyed.” It responded in what felt like an affirmation. Janet thought hard, she knew this thing could probably destroy the entire planet if she let it get to ground, but it could probably do that anyway by splitting itself with enough force at the right time. “So, why save me?”

 

There was a moment of stillness before the orb again rippled it’s thoughts to Janet. Janet felt the way she had when she was thinking of her being accepted into the Astronaut program. That feeling replayed itself over and over. “You wish to be accepted?” She then felt a wave of emotion as the other memory of arriving on the station, a representative of not only her discipline but her country as well. “Are… Are you saying you want me to be some sort of… Ambassador?” The undulating sphere considered the question before responding with an affirmative pulse.

 

Janet considered what this meant for her. What this meant for humanity. This was a smart - possibly synthetic - substance, capable of dissolving an entire space station in what appeared to be about only a couple of hours if the shape of Australia slowly spinning below her was any indication. And it wanted to negotiate. “If you want an ambassador, then there’s gotta be something you want to ask us. Them. Well… uh...” She stumbled over the classification of the people below, was she really one of them anymore? Or was she something else.

 

What the orb subjected to her next was surprising. It elicited memories of her working as a team with others in training, of her studying engineering and being fascinated when her lecturer brought up recently published articles on technological breakthroughs. She remembered when she triumphed and won her first gold at a swim meet, and again, and again. Then finally she felt the peace and serenity that flowed through her as she waved goodbye to the shattered station.

 

Janet felt a tear roll down her cheek to pool at the base of her visor before it was absorbed back into the rubbery suit. She felt it wanted to be part of a community again, to help humanity grow and maybe it would find its own peace in the process. “I’ll do it.” The orb resonated with elation. “But, uh… how do I get back down?” The collection of matter thrummed violently, the tendrils connecting her shoulders to it bulging rapidly before bursting with their own branches. Each new protrusion lengthening and flattening until two massive black wings - akin to that of an eagle that had run afoul of an oil spill - spread out from her shoulder blades.

 

Janet flapped them as a test, her body thrown back and forth with the shifting of the mass around her. Her smile quickly grew weak as she realised that while a technical marvel, they would not work this far out of the atmosphere. “I really like them, but I don’t think-” She was suddenly silenced as the orb shifted its mass dramatically. The tendril still attached to the small of her back pulled her into a position similar to a roller coaster carriage where the rider’s legs dangle below, while above her the orb shrank as it pushed its mass out into a similarly weighted protrusion on the other side. 

 

Then it began to spin. Janet realised she was about to be flung into the earth's atmosphere, and immediately had several worries shoot through her head. The first - how to survive the impact and what of Atmospheric re-entry. The sphere’s vibrations brought up the memory of her as a kid leaping from a clifftop into white-capped waves; her body curled up, head tucked in, arms wrapped around her legs as her younger self crashed into the surf below. Janet’s new wings folded in and around her body as she sought to replicate the act.

 

But it was her next question that prompted a truly unexpected reaction from the extraterrestrial being. “How do I keep in contact with you?” She felt the connection at the base of her spine shift down over her rectum and further forward until it parted her thighs and pressed down on her sex. Janet moaned, smiling as the orb vibrated against her clit. “Ahhhh… if you do that we’ll be up here all day.” She felt a slight pause and what she thought might be a sense of amusement from the orb as it’s vibrations became stronger. It was pushing her very quickly - and purposefully - towards orgasm.

 

“F-f-fuuuu” Janet moaned as her body shook, already doubled over. That's when she felt something solid press against her passage. It would only have been the size of a golf ball, but as it pushed its way inside, she could feel the vibrations pulsing from both there and the structure above her in tandem. The moment she slipped into orgasmic bliss, the goo stimulated her cervix, forcing it to accept the small nuclei of goo before allowing it to seal shut once more. It emitted a powerful burst of electricity as the larger orb released Janet into space. Disconnected from her symbiote for the first time since their surprising introduction, Janet soon felt a subtle thrumming inside her womb; it’s version of offspring inside her a permanent connection to its parent. 

 

As she tightened the wings around her body, Janet smiled. She had a new purpose. A great purpose. And she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be.